Ode to Friends

I adore the blessing of close friends. I love how once-in-a-while (in some cases once-in-a-lifetime) a super special person takes a genuine interest in who you are and loves you for what they see -the bad and the good.

Over the course of years your two paths intertwine and although you live very separate lives, you feel like you're climbing the same mountain together. You encourage each other to push on -to focus on the leafy, vibrant greenery rather than the sharp, menacing rocks.

When you're tired and need a break your dear friend accompanies you to the nearest waterfall where the two of you stand at the edge and look down to see where you both began while marveling at how far you've come together. She shows you a different view -from up top, the rocks are smoothed by the water of time, and now you can appreciate how the brown and gray stones make the bushes that much greener.

Of course, you both know soon it'll be time to leave the waterfall and continue your journey up the mountain, but it's during those waterfall breaks together when you can truly fall in love with the climb.

Why this love song to friendship? I guess I'm standing at the edge of a waterfall right now with my best friend and wondering how I got so lucky.